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TWENTY FOUR | Should Have Known Better
[ZARINA]
Nothing would have prepared me for what momentous turn my life was about to take the moment I stepped out of the Perazzo mansion. I knew that something was not right. This feeling, this odd burning nervous sensation pulsating inside my chest was warning me of something bad that was being unleashed my way, but as always and conventional to my helpless and hopeless self, I hearkened to the stubborn part of my heart. The one who wanted freedom more than anything. Nothing would have prepared me for what future my fate held before I committed the terrible mistake of my life.
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For good or for worse, I was finally out of the mansion. I’m still not able to swallow the mere fact that Rose is the one helping me to get out of here. The one who was hellbent on obeying the orders of her ‘masters’, as if they were written on stone.
“Remember what I told you?” She whispe
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